Connections

Prologue

Prologue

The fight had been going on since 2015. It was May 19, 2015 that the Kreaters decided to start a revolution, beginning the biggest, most disastrous war in history. The Kreaters were what the humans called the Supernaturals, things like werewolves, vampires, witches, shape-shifters. Turns out they had been in hiding without anyone else being the wiser. The humans knew they had a nickname for them too - to the Kreaters, humans were Animalz.

When the Kreaters first became known, humans were horrible to them, and very prejudice against them. Why wouldn't they be, when they were constantly prejudice against their own kind? The Kreaters only lasted a few months of this (November of the same year) when scuffles started breaking out more commonly then usual. By December it was a full-fledged war.

At first the humans had the upper hand, since they had tanks, guns, and laser rays. But then the Kreaters started digging into their arsenal: potions that could be slipped in someone's drink without being detected in any way at all, spells that would take down a whole army, shape-shifters able to change into an ally, only to kill their 'fellow soldiers' in their sleep. The war went on for ten years, each side playing dirtier than the last time, each side trying to outsmart the other. It seemed as if the war was never going to end.

Then in 2020, the Kreaters had three warlocks that sacrificed themselves by preforming a spell that knocked out an entire state. This was the turning point. President Joan Harrington offered a truce, and met with the Kreaters. She met with General Ruler Dubatch. Together it was decided that the humans would never win the war, so President Harrington agreed that the humans would do whatever the Kreaters wanted them to, so long as they got to live.

Now we live in what they call the Aftermath.

That's what I was told anyway. It's now 2036, and I'm fifteen years old. My name's Pegasisyly, but my friends call my Sly, while those who don't really know me, but have heard of me, are fond of calling me Peggy. Word to the wise: there is nothing that I hate more other than that name. I'm Sly. You might have heard of me, you might have not. But this is real. This is what happened, what could happen again.

Now, I could tell you I live happily ever after. I could tell you that I died. I could even tell you that nobody won the war. But that would give things away, wouldn't it? This story has a beginning, a middle, and an end, though not necessarily in that order. Now, enough about me. Let's talk about my dear old brother:

Meldric. Or, Ric as he is commonly known as. We're twins, twin shape-shifters. If you're not accustomed to our world, there is nothing more rare than that. Which is why when our parents died in a rare Animalz attack, Ruler was only too happy to become our adoptive father. Yes, the same Ruler that was alive since the start of the war, and lived through the end of it. He's the only one I've ever called 'father'. Just so you know: warlocks live so long, no one's ever seen one die. So, that explains why he's still alive.

I didn't know what exactly started the war for a long time. When I found out, I didn't want to believe it. I never knew there was another way to live until Melanie and Chris told me their stories.

Where do you start with a story - no, a history? How about the beginning....